Bandages & Scars - Son Volt

Can’t taste holy water

Can’t find it in a well

Been doing a lot of thinking

Thinking about hell

Thinking about the ozone

Thinking about lead

Thinking about the future

And what to do then

The words of Woody Guthrie ringing in my head

Blame it on the system

Those that came before

Updated consciousness

Knocking on doors

Piecemeal solutions will only leave scars

Bandages for nosebleeds

In this city of artificial stars